We take off in a vaguely wrong direction. 5 minutes later, I ask him “Are we going in the right direction?”

Zem: Of course!Me: The airport’s in the other direction! We have to cross the highway first.Zem: No problem! We’ll cross in just a minute.Me: Are you *sure* this is the quickest way to the airport?Zem: No problem! No problem!

We reach the highway, and we’re definitely not getting any closer to the airport. In fact, a suspicion dawns on me as we approach the Mosquée Centrale.

Me: The airport’s on the other side of town! Where are we going?Zem: What are you talking about? We’re almost there.Me: What?!?! (I realize what’s going on.) AIRPORT. With PLANES. Not PORT with BOATS.Zem: Planes?Me: Planes that fly not boats that float. I want to go where planes land and take off.Zem: Not boats?
Me: The AIRport, not the REGULAR port.Zem: Planes are at the airport?Me: You don’t speak French, do you?Zem: No problem!Me: Do you speak Fon? (Fon is the predominant language in the South, particularly Cotonou.)Zem: No problem!Me: The airport is THAT way. Let’s go.Zem: You know airport with planes?Me: Just go where I tell you.Zem: No problem! On y va!deeo.ru

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